Perhaps
'home' is not a place.
And
when we miss home
it's not the house we miss, nor
the hometown.
For what is to miss
of bricks and buildings?
No..
it must be that we miss not the physical place,
but rather it is
her people, the memories, the emotions
that we long to return to.
Dear family,
'Home';
I would say it is not a place,
rather it is a feeling:
the feeling of
being with loved ones,
of going down routes oft-travelled,
of the familiarity of old times.
Perhaps
that's what we mean
when we say
"I am home"
It's that time of year again.
Missing home,
Abang
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| from the train back to Preston |
